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The people in this image are just like me!

When I wonder why people treat me badly and seem to hate me immediately in interactions, I usually chalk it up to someone havnig a bad day. If a barista goes from laughing with their colleagues to glaring at me fumbling a drink pronunciation, I figure I'm just not passing very well that day. I figure maybe I look like a weirdo because my chest binder doesn't work and I refuse to shave my body hair. Maybe it's cause I'm marginalised. A freak.

But the people in this image are just like me. Sometimes, I interact with people who were in a good mood and who are wearing trans pins and wearing alt fashion (just like me). Maybe it's an event I go to, maybe it's something my therapist recommended. I never fit in, everything I say is just treated as an inconvenient distraction from what the better people are saying.

(Trigger Warning: CSA, Abuse)

As a child, I was isolated. I was taught by my pedophilic parents that sexual behaviours were normal for a toddler. Incestuous activity was encouraged between me and my siblings, sex jokes common. They encouraged siblings to slap my ass. Called it "love taps". Spankings and tickling were sexualised, and are forever ruined for me. I was molested frequently in the shower by my father. My first time talking to people my age other than my immediate family was in kindergarten, and I was already broken. I never fit in, and I masturbated during nap time because I was taught sexual urges were fine to act on whenever. The adults didn't seem to find that alarming. They just scolded me.

I never learned social cues, or how to act normal. The most normal I've figured out how to act is by shutting my mouth whenever sexual topics come up, and otherwise trying to keep my dialogue to shitty jokes so that I don't accidentally say something weird and ruin the vibe. There's so many people I meet who are JUST LIKE ME........ except for the obvious. Therapy isn't helping. I don't know what to do.

So that's what this picture is about. Loneliness.

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The people in this image are just like me!

When I wonder why people treat me badly and seem to hate me immediately in interactions, I usually chalk it up to someone havnig a bad day. If a barista goes from laughing with their colleagues to glaring at me fumbling a drink pronunciation, I figure I'm just not passing very well that day. I figure maybe I look like a weirdo because my chest binder doesn't work and I refuse to shave my body hair. Maybe it's cause I'm marginalised. A freak.

But the people in this image are just like me. Sometimes, I interact with people who were in a good mood and who are wearing trans pins and wearing alt fashion (just like me). Maybe it's an event I go to, maybe it's something my therapist recommended. I never fit in, everything I say is just treated as an inconvenient distraction from what the better people are saying.

(Trigger Warning: CSA, Abuse)

As a child, I was isolated. I was taught by my pedophilic parents that sexual behaviours were normal for a toddler. Incestuous activity was encouraged between me and my siblings, sex jokes common. They encouraged siblings to slap my ass. Called it "love taps". Spankings and tickling were sexualised, and are forever ruined for me. I was molested frequently in the shower by my father. My first time talking to people my age other than my immediate family was in kindergarten, and I was already broken. I never fit in, and I masturbated during nap time because I was taught sexual urges were fine to act on whenever. The adults didn't seem to find that alarming. They just scolded me.

I never learned social cues, or how to act normal. The most normal I've figured out how to act is by shutting my mouth whenever sexual topics come up, and otherwise trying to keep my dialogue to shitty jokes so that I don't accidentally say something weird and ruin the vibe. There's so many people I meet who are JUST LIKE ME........ except for the obvious. Therapy isn't helping. I don't know what to do.

So that's what this picture is about. Loneliness.